Teddy Bear
Chapter 1/1
Disclaimer: I own nothing! John Wells, NBC and the WB have all the pleasure.
Authors Note: Ok this one is stretching it a bit but you know what the heck, If it sucks it sucks. (You can blame CCA for saying it was good enough to post LOL Thanks btw) Yes I stole the idea from a commercial. Rated PG 13 for the subject of child abuse and some choice words.
Special Dedication to my Teddy Bear!! :) oh and CCA of course ;)
Feedback: Do I even have to tell you that I love it and want to hear what you think good or bad?
E-mail- Wine_into_Water@hotmail.com
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The early morning light began to shine though the open curtains directly on to the little boy laying beside me. As the sun begins to shine stronger he begins to stir, slowly waking up. He looks over to the clock. A small gasp escapes his lips as he jumps up and rushes around his room to gather his things and to get ready for school. He can't be late for school again, he still has the bruises from the last time he was.
The boy goes over to his little brother sleeping in the bed on the other side of the room and wakes him up and helps him get ready also. Soon they are both out of the room running down the hallway.
I relax now knowing that they will both be safe for awhile when they are at school, he can't get them there. I hear light foot steps running back down the hall and the boy is back in the room. He walks over to me and gently lifts me up and carries me to the closet. He opens the door and kisses my forehead. "Shh you stay in here so he won't find you while I'm gone." He says it with such concern and worry. He tucks me away in the corner in a small bed he has made for me out of a towel.Then he smiles at me and reassuringly says, "You'll be ok." He shuts the door and I hear him leave.
I admire the concern he has for me. He is such a sweet and caring boy. If only they could see it. Even though he is concerned about me. I have no fear of being found or hurt. I won't let that happen. I may not to be able to protect him but I can always be there for him and I fully intend to do that, nothing is going to stop me.
Maybe I should introduce myself. My name is Teddy B. Bear. I'm not exactly sure what the B stands for, Boscorelli maybe. I've been with Maurice since he was two, he's eight now. Such a great little boy. I was sewn and stuffed here in New York City. Was the top of my graduating teddy bear class before they sent me out to get packaged. Maybe that is why I got Maurice. See us bears aren't just picked out of a bin you know. We are all meant to be with somebody. We don't know who and they don't know it but somewhere someone or something makes sure we find each other. You know what I mean right? Come on think about it. You remember that bear you had when you were younger, the one you wouldn't go anywhere without. The one you ran too when you had a bad day or when you had a secrete to tell. You remember right? ...I thought so. You might out grow us but you never forget us.
Anyway back to what I was saying. I'm Teddy B Bear, an average size brown furry teddy bear. My body has seen batter days. I lost my tail when Maurice was four due to an unpleasant incident with a car door and thanks to Maurice letting Mikey play with me a couple of times my nose is loose because he would chew on it. One of my ears is a little longer then the other because he likes to carry me by my left one and my once bright red velvet bow tie is now kind of grey and dingy looking, mostly because of a flu Maurice had shortly after his sixth birthday. But I'm proud to say that my music box is still going strong. I can play the Brahms lullaby. All you need to do is push my right paw. I guard that with my life. It helps Maurice sleep, and stops him from crying and helps the pain go away after.... Well anyway I wouldn't change a thing. The last six years may not have been a fairytale but I love Maurice very much and that's all that matters. I worry about the day when he won't need me anymore. He'll out grow me soon. He's had to grow up so much faster them most boys. Soon I'll just be left in the closet, tossed up on to the top shelf and forgotten about until one day when they do a cleaning and then out on the curb I go. I'll sure miss him. I want to see the man he'll grow up to be. I'm sure he'll be a fine one despite everything that's happened to him. He won't let it destroy him like it's going to do to Mikey. Maurice is stronger then that. He'll use it and turn it into power. Just you watch.
The closet door opens and it's him. I don't know why he's home at this time of day but I'm glad Maurice has left for school.
"Where's that damn bear?"
"What bear?"
"That stupid bear you wasted our money on for that little brat, he still carries it around like some big baby."
"I don't know."
He's looking right at me but he can't see me. Us bears might not be able to fight back or shield them or even rest a comforting paw on there shoulder but we can blend, camouflage. It's toy thing. So with all the power I have I blend into the background. He gives his search and slams the door shut and stomps off. If I could breath my heart would be beating a mile a minute right now.
I should be getting some rest. If he's like this already and it's barely 9 AM....It's going to be a rough night.
~*~*~*~
"I didn't do it! I swear!"
I hear Maurice yelling from the living room.
"Don't lie to me you little bastard!"
I hear the sickening sound of flesh against flesh and Maurice begins to cry.
"Shut up or I'll give you a reason to cry."
Maurice tries to stop but can't...another hit. Again I hear Maurice try to muffle his crying but it isn't good enough. I listen to hear if anyone will help him but they don't, they never do. Maybe it's because they are scared what will happen to them if they try because he will get to them, once he is done with Maurice he will get to them. He always does.
"You are not listening to me. You know what happens when you don't listen?" He threatens.
"Please daddy no....Please I'll stop crying I promise."
"It's to late!"
I hear Maurice wince in pain as his father grabs his arm and drags him to the room. His small body scrapping against the floor.
"NO Daddy Please!"
The door swings open and bright light shines into the darkness. I see Maurice trying to pull free as he cries but it's no use he just isn't strong enough.
"SHUT UP!" He screams as he yanks Maurice with his other hand and shoves the boy into the closet. The door slams shut and we hear the deafening click of the lock.
"NO!" The broken little boy begins to pound on the door. Harder and harder, louder and louder but nobody comes to let him out.
Finally he grows silent and huddles in the corner. Knees pulled up against his chest. Tears still falling from his eyes. He reaches up and I feel his tiny hand on my paw. He pulls me down and holds me tight. His tears soak through my fabric and blood from his lip stains the top of my head. He squeezes my paw and I begin to softly play. Soon he quits shaking, the crying has stopped and his breathing is back to normal. His hold on me loosens.
His bedroom light comes on but instead of the footsteps coming closer they make there way back down the hall. It's Mikey, he always comes and puts on the light. He doesn't dare try to open the door, he knows better but still Maurice is grateful. He lays down on the cold floor his head resting against it as he stares at the little bit of light that leaks in from under the door. He pushes my paw again and holds me tightly against his chest as he falls asleep.
The rest of the night we spend lying in that cold dark closet. It isn't until morning that someone opens the door. It's his mother.
"Maurice honey, time to for school."
She walks away and Maurice gets up. He sits me in my bed in the closet but not before giving me my kiss like always.
"Thank you Teddy."
He walks away and in a few minutes he's back in his room to pick up his books. I can see a faint bruise on his cheek. He has covered it with his moms make up. Can you believe it? Eight years old and he can put on cover up better them most grown woman. The cut on his lip doesn't look so bad once it is washed and he's wearing a long sleeve shirt to hide the bruises on his arms.
He comes and shuts the closet door to keep me safe. Then I hear him leave.
The night before is forgotten. Nobody acts any differently. Why should they? After all it was just another ordinary day in the life of little Maurice Boscorelli.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Well Maurice is 12 now and I'm still around. I thought I would be long gone by now but I should have known better. Maurice is a very passionate young boy. He holds close the people and things he cares about. I'm lucky enough to be one of those things.
Not much has changed in four years. The beatings still happen and so does his time in the closet but now he doesn't give his father the pleasure of seeing him cry. He takes the beatings and never spills one tear. Not in front of him anyway but I still feel them. Like right now, he's not making a sound but I still feel them drop onto my fur as he holds me close.
Tonights wasn't so bad, well not compared to some. He got away with just a slap actually it isn't the the hitting that breaks him it's this closet and the dark that is the torture. I continue to sing hoping he will relax but it's taking longer then usual. It's like he can sense something else will happen. It's scaring him. It's scaring me.
Suddenly the door whips open.
"You still have that damn bear?!"
Maurice jumps up and backs into the corner holding me against his chest so tightly that my stuffing is almost popping out.
He reaches for me and grabs my arm.
"Give it here." He demands.
Maurice only holds on tighter and screams, "NO!"
"What did you say?"
"NO!"
I have never heard Maurice sound this way before. I can't really describe it. It's fear, anger, sadness and coldness all rolled into one.
He pulls on my arm harder and I can feel my stitching beginning to rip but Maurice is still holding on with no intention of letting go. Suddenly his fathers big hand comes crashing into his face and he looses his grip on me during the impact. I'm snatched away from the security of the little boys arms. I want nothing more then to reach out and grab on to him but obviously I can't.
He's carrying me away further and further from Maurice. I want to know if he's ok but he starts off down the stairs that go to the basement of the apartment building. I know what's down here and I know I won't see Maurice again.
The man is mumbling something about me being junk and that boy of his having to grow up sooner or later. We get closer to it, the incinerator. I can feel the heat from it. We are only a couple of feet away from it now. He opens the door and holds me up by my half ripped off arm I'm dangling there not caring that in just a few seconds I'll be nothing more then melted plastic and ashes. I'm more concerned of the boy I'm leaving behind. He wont be able to take that closet without me, it will kill him. Slowly it will drain his spirit and take away every piece of life he has. His heart will turn cold and the little boy I know will disappear and fade away.
He pulls back his hand to toss me in and that's when I hear it. The saddest sound I have ever heard. It's Maurice.
"NOOOOO!"
Chapter 1/1
Disclaimer: I own nothing! John Wells, NBC and the WB have all the pleasure.
Authors Note: Ok this one is stretching it a bit but you know what the heck, If it sucks it sucks. (You can blame CCA for saying it was good enough to post LOL Thanks btw) Yes I stole the idea from a commercial. Rated PG 13 for the subject of child abuse and some choice words.
Special Dedication to my Teddy Bear!! :) oh and CCA of course ;)
Feedback: Do I even have to tell you that I love it and want to hear what you think good or bad?
E-mail- Wine_into_Water@hotmail.com
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The early morning light began to shine though the open curtains directly on to the little boy laying beside me. As the sun begins to shine stronger he begins to stir, slowly waking up. He looks over to the clock. A small gasp escapes his lips as he jumps up and rushes around his room to gather his things and to get ready for school. He can't be late for school again, he still has the bruises from the last time he was.
The boy goes over to his little brother sleeping in the bed on the other side of the room and wakes him up and helps him get ready also. Soon they are both out of the room running down the hallway.
I relax now knowing that they will both be safe for awhile when they are at school, he can't get them there. I hear light foot steps running back down the hall and the boy is back in the room. He walks over to me and gently lifts me up and carries me to the closet. He opens the door and kisses my forehead. "Shh you stay in here so he won't find you while I'm gone." He says it with such concern and worry. He tucks me away in the corner in a small bed he has made for me out of a towel.Then he smiles at me and reassuringly says, "You'll be ok." He shuts the door and I hear him leave.
I admire the concern he has for me. He is such a sweet and caring boy. If only they could see it. Even though he is concerned about me. I have no fear of being found or hurt. I won't let that happen. I may not to be able to protect him but I can always be there for him and I fully intend to do that, nothing is going to stop me.
Maybe I should introduce myself. My name is Teddy B. Bear. I'm not exactly sure what the B stands for, Boscorelli maybe. I've been with Maurice since he was two, he's eight now. Such a great little boy. I was sewn and stuffed here in New York City. Was the top of my graduating teddy bear class before they sent me out to get packaged. Maybe that is why I got Maurice. See us bears aren't just picked out of a bin you know. We are all meant to be with somebody. We don't know who and they don't know it but somewhere someone or something makes sure we find each other. You know what I mean right? Come on think about it. You remember that bear you had when you were younger, the one you wouldn't go anywhere without. The one you ran too when you had a bad day or when you had a secrete to tell. You remember right? ...I thought so. You might out grow us but you never forget us.
Anyway back to what I was saying. I'm Teddy B Bear, an average size brown furry teddy bear. My body has seen batter days. I lost my tail when Maurice was four due to an unpleasant incident with a car door and thanks to Maurice letting Mikey play with me a couple of times my nose is loose because he would chew on it. One of my ears is a little longer then the other because he likes to carry me by my left one and my once bright red velvet bow tie is now kind of grey and dingy looking, mostly because of a flu Maurice had shortly after his sixth birthday. But I'm proud to say that my music box is still going strong. I can play the Brahms lullaby. All you need to do is push my right paw. I guard that with my life. It helps Maurice sleep, and stops him from crying and helps the pain go away after.... Well anyway I wouldn't change a thing. The last six years may not have been a fairytale but I love Maurice very much and that's all that matters. I worry about the day when he won't need me anymore. He'll out grow me soon. He's had to grow up so much faster them most boys. Soon I'll just be left in the closet, tossed up on to the top shelf and forgotten about until one day when they do a cleaning and then out on the curb I go. I'll sure miss him. I want to see the man he'll grow up to be. I'm sure he'll be a fine one despite everything that's happened to him. He won't let it destroy him like it's going to do to Mikey. Maurice is stronger then that. He'll use it and turn it into power. Just you watch.
The closet door opens and it's him. I don't know why he's home at this time of day but I'm glad Maurice has left for school.
"Where's that damn bear?"
"What bear?"
"That stupid bear you wasted our money on for that little brat, he still carries it around like some big baby."
"I don't know."
He's looking right at me but he can't see me. Us bears might not be able to fight back or shield them or even rest a comforting paw on there shoulder but we can blend, camouflage. It's toy thing. So with all the power I have I blend into the background. He gives his search and slams the door shut and stomps off. If I could breath my heart would be beating a mile a minute right now.
I should be getting some rest. If he's like this already and it's barely 9 AM....It's going to be a rough night.
~*~*~*~
"I didn't do it! I swear!"
I hear Maurice yelling from the living room.
"Don't lie to me you little bastard!"
I hear the sickening sound of flesh against flesh and Maurice begins to cry.
"Shut up or I'll give you a reason to cry."
Maurice tries to stop but can't...another hit. Again I hear Maurice try to muffle his crying but it isn't good enough. I listen to hear if anyone will help him but they don't, they never do. Maybe it's because they are scared what will happen to them if they try because he will get to them, once he is done with Maurice he will get to them. He always does.
"You are not listening to me. You know what happens when you don't listen?" He threatens.
"Please daddy no....Please I'll stop crying I promise."
"It's to late!"
I hear Maurice wince in pain as his father grabs his arm and drags him to the room. His small body scrapping against the floor.
"NO Daddy Please!"
The door swings open and bright light shines into the darkness. I see Maurice trying to pull free as he cries but it's no use he just isn't strong enough.
"SHUT UP!" He screams as he yanks Maurice with his other hand and shoves the boy into the closet. The door slams shut and we hear the deafening click of the lock.
"NO!" The broken little boy begins to pound on the door. Harder and harder, louder and louder but nobody comes to let him out.
Finally he grows silent and huddles in the corner. Knees pulled up against his chest. Tears still falling from his eyes. He reaches up and I feel his tiny hand on my paw. He pulls me down and holds me tight. His tears soak through my fabric and blood from his lip stains the top of my head. He squeezes my paw and I begin to softly play. Soon he quits shaking, the crying has stopped and his breathing is back to normal. His hold on me loosens.
His bedroom light comes on but instead of the footsteps coming closer they make there way back down the hall. It's Mikey, he always comes and puts on the light. He doesn't dare try to open the door, he knows better but still Maurice is grateful. He lays down on the cold floor his head resting against it as he stares at the little bit of light that leaks in from under the door. He pushes my paw again and holds me tightly against his chest as he falls asleep.
The rest of the night we spend lying in that cold dark closet. It isn't until morning that someone opens the door. It's his mother.
"Maurice honey, time to for school."
She walks away and Maurice gets up. He sits me in my bed in the closet but not before giving me my kiss like always.
"Thank you Teddy."
He walks away and in a few minutes he's back in his room to pick up his books. I can see a faint bruise on his cheek. He has covered it with his moms make up. Can you believe it? Eight years old and he can put on cover up better them most grown woman. The cut on his lip doesn't look so bad once it is washed and he's wearing a long sleeve shirt to hide the bruises on his arms.
He comes and shuts the closet door to keep me safe. Then I hear him leave.
The night before is forgotten. Nobody acts any differently. Why should they? After all it was just another ordinary day in the life of little Maurice Boscorelli.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Well Maurice is 12 now and I'm still around. I thought I would be long gone by now but I should have known better. Maurice is a very passionate young boy. He holds close the people and things he cares about. I'm lucky enough to be one of those things.
Not much has changed in four years. The beatings still happen and so does his time in the closet but now he doesn't give his father the pleasure of seeing him cry. He takes the beatings and never spills one tear. Not in front of him anyway but I still feel them. Like right now, he's not making a sound but I still feel them drop onto my fur as he holds me close.
Tonights wasn't so bad, well not compared to some. He got away with just a slap actually it isn't the the hitting that breaks him it's this closet and the dark that is the torture. I continue to sing hoping he will relax but it's taking longer then usual. It's like he can sense something else will happen. It's scaring him. It's scaring me.
Suddenly the door whips open.
"You still have that damn bear?!"
Maurice jumps up and backs into the corner holding me against his chest so tightly that my stuffing is almost popping out.
He reaches for me and grabs my arm.
"Give it here." He demands.
Maurice only holds on tighter and screams, "NO!"
"What did you say?"
"NO!"
I have never heard Maurice sound this way before. I can't really describe it. It's fear, anger, sadness and coldness all rolled into one.
He pulls on my arm harder and I can feel my stitching beginning to rip but Maurice is still holding on with no intention of letting go. Suddenly his fathers big hand comes crashing into his face and he looses his grip on me during the impact. I'm snatched away from the security of the little boys arms. I want nothing more then to reach out and grab on to him but obviously I can't.
He's carrying me away further and further from Maurice. I want to know if he's ok but he starts off down the stairs that go to the basement of the apartment building. I know what's down here and I know I won't see Maurice again.
The man is mumbling something about me being junk and that boy of his having to grow up sooner or later. We get closer to it, the incinerator. I can feel the heat from it. We are only a couple of feet away from it now. He opens the door and holds me up by my half ripped off arm I'm dangling there not caring that in just a few seconds I'll be nothing more then melted plastic and ashes. I'm more concerned of the boy I'm leaving behind. He wont be able to take that closet without me, it will kill him. Slowly it will drain his spirit and take away every piece of life he has. His heart will turn cold and the little boy I know will disappear and fade away.
He pulls back his hand to toss me in and that's when I hear it. The saddest sound I have ever heard. It's Maurice.
"NOOOOO!"